coarse rapids
I watch the hands count subjective seconds
Sands fall, I reckon the fall was a reck and
All I could do was watch the seconds slip
The hourglass tipped, sand spilt in hands
Heads tilt as the watch band split in seconds
The clock was ticking, the tock was clicking
Arms swung and legs were kicking
All I could do was watch the seconds die
In a moment’s time and nothing more
As numbers fly by and open doors
Lead to lore-filled cores
The seconds still kill the will of someone’s thrill
Without a notice, we all blink and miss it
This is bliss against hopeless time slipping by
Watch the clock stop and now we’re nervous
Wrist garments have no service
And all we can do is watch the seconds pass
No moment can last, and the past has passed
No time can be trapped in an hourglass
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sleek merlin